Nurse Me, Baby
And Rafael—
Was lounging in a sun chair, shirtless, drink in hand, when the SUV pulled in. Ang gago.
“Well, well, well,” Rafael stood, spreading his arms like a performer greeting an audience. “If it isn’t the bastard prince himself. What brings you here? Short on cash again?”
Rainne stepped out, jaw tight.
“Careful with the name-calling,” he said. “Might bite you in the ass soon.”
Rafael’s smirk widened. “Oooh, the addict grew some teeth. What are you gonna do, sing me to death?”
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